After Our Mom’s Death, My Sister Claimed I Had No Right to Inheritance and Brought Out Old Documents—But in the End, She Deeply Regretted It

When Charlotte’s mother dies, her sister Barbara wastes no time trying to cut her out of the inheritance. Armed with an old document, Barbara smugly tries to throw a spanner in the works. But when the truth comes out, it’s Barbara who faces the ultimate betrayal, and by the time she realizes her mistake, it’s far too late.

I always thought family was unbreakable.

That no matter what, blood was blood, and at the end of the day, we would always have each other’s backs. That’s how family works, right?

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A woman sitting on a bed | Source: Midjourney

But after my mother passed away, my sister Barbara came waltzing in and made me question everything I thought I knew.

And by the time the truth finally came out?

Barbara was the one begging for forgiveness.

My mother raised two daughters: myself, Charlotte, and my older sister, Barbara.

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Two smiling women | Source: Midjourney

Naturally, Barbara was always the golden child. She was the one who got all the attention.

Barbara craved a roast chicken? My mother had one cooking away the moment her words left her lips. Barbara needed dry cleaning fetched? My mother would jump into her car and fetch it.

Barbara was also beautiful. Stunningly beautiful and never failed to make heads turn. She was blonde with piercing blue eyes, just like my mother.

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Roast chicken and veggies on a tray | Source: Midjourney

Meanwhile, I was the odd one out. I had dark hair, dark eyes, and to be honest, I never really looked like either of them.

But I never questioned it. Why would I? I loved my mother.

No, I adored my mother with everything I had. She was my entire world.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

So when she got sick, I was the one who put my life on hold to take care of her. I didn’t complain once. Not when bruises bloomed on my arms as she held onto me tightly when I took her to the bathroom. Not when she got frustrated and threw her food across the room. Not even when she would break down and cry for hours.

Barbara, on the other hand?

She was too busy chasing her dreams of becoming an actress.

“I can’t take care of Mom, Charlotte. I have auditions. I have producers to meet. I have to stay relevant and seen at events. You understand, right? Right, Lottie?”

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An ill woman laying in bed | Source: Midjourney

And I did.

Because that’s what I always did. I was always understanding, while Barbara lived her life however she pleased. I tried not to focus on her and how I could have done with the help.

Instead, I let Barbara come in and out of the house, wearing her new clothes and showing off photos of her with actors and actresses that she had met.

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A woman standing by a mirror | Source: Midjourney

“This is a glamorous life, Mom,” she said one day when Mom was too weak to get out of bed to eat her soup. “And you should really clean up your look, Lottie. You need to get noticed. Your posture is horrible because you sit hunched in front of that computer.”

“It’s my job, Barbara,” I said simply.

Life continued in that way for months. And finally, Mom passed away. But that was when Barbara came back.

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A bowl of soup | Source: Midjourney

And she wasn’t grieving. Not at all. She was hungry, starving even.

For our mother’s money.

After the funeral, we met with Alistair, my mother’s lawyer. Barbara walked in like she owned the place, dressed in black but wearing diamond earrings I had never seen before.

I should have known something was off when she sat down with a smug smile.

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A woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

The lawyer pulled out the official will, but before he could even read it, my sister pulled her first stunt. Barbara reached into her designer bag and pulled out a yellowed, folded piece of paper.

“Before you read that,” she said sweetly, “I have something interesting to share.”

She slid the paper across the table to me.

“Look what I found in Mom’s drawer when I was searching for her jewelry.”

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A piece of paper on a table | Source: Midjourney

I unfolded it, and as soon as I read the words at the top, my stomach dropped.

ADOPTION DECREE.

Barbara leaned back with a smirk.

“Well, well, well,” she drawled. “Looks like I finally know why you always looked so different from us.”

My hands shook as I re-read the document.

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A woman reading a piece of paper | Source: Midjourney

Once. Twice. Three times.

“You… you’re lying,” I gasped. “You made this up! You got one of your strange friends to make this!”

She let out a fake gasp, her long nails tapping against the desk.

“Oh, Charlotte,” she said. “Don’t be so dramatic. My friends have things to do with their lives. And anyway, it’s all right there. You’re adopted. Girl, you’re not even Mom’s real daughter. I always knew that your brown eyes and brown hair had no place in our family.”

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A woman’s hand on a desk | Source: Midjourney

I felt sick. I felt the bile rise in my throat.

Had my mother hidden this from me my entire life? But why would she do that? Why not tell me the truth?

Would it have changed anything?

Not for me. I would have been more grateful for her.

Barbara crossed her arms.

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

“So, despite Mom’s will saying that we split everything, you know, she kept saying that, I’ll be making sure that you get nothing. You don’t belong in this family, so why should you get anything?”

“Ladies, calm down. Let’s take a moment to think about this,” the lawyer said.

But I was too stunned to speak. Barbara’s words had cut me. Deep.

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A smug woman | Source: Midjourney

And that’s when I saw it. There was one detail she had overlooked in her ploy. The name on the adoption paperwork had been erased. Someone had deliberately tried to remove it.

And that?

That made me suspicious.

“Please, Alistair,” she said. “You can do whatever comes next, but in terms of the estate, I want it all. I can wait until you sort out the paperwork.”

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A lawyer sitting at his desk | Source: Midjourney

The lawyer sighed and nodded.

“But I think the two of you need to have a heart-to-heart before we meet again.”

Barbara scoffed.

“That’s not necessary.”

Barbara was so confident that she had won. But I wasn’t about to let her take everything without proof. I didn’t want to be horrible about it, but I had missed two promotions in the months that I had been looking after our mother.

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A smug woman sitting in an office | Source: Midjourney

I needed to know that I had the safety net of her money. I just needed to have something to my name…

I decided to demand a DNA test.

“What’s the point, Charlotte?” she scoffed. “You know what it’ll say, Lottie. That you’re not family. I wonder where Mom found you. Do you think your birth mother misses you?”

I didn’t think anything other than the fact that our mother would be turning over in her grave at Barbara’s behavior.

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A woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“Just do it,” I demanded. “Think of it this way. If I am really adopted and there’s proof, you’ll have more claim to everything.”

That did it. She moved her head slowly from side to side. Suddenly, she got off the couch, martini in hand, and looked at me.

“Fine. Let’s do it.”

But the results?

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A frowning woman | Source: Midjourney

Oh my goodness. They shocked everyone. Because Barbara?

She was the one who wasn’t biologically related to our mother.

After the results came in, I went to my Aunt Helen, my mother’s younger sister. She had been tight-lipped about everything, but after I told her about the DNA results, she finally told me the truth.

“Your mother never wanted you both to know, Lottie,” Aunt Helen said, tears in her eyes. “Because she knew how much it would hurt you both.”

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A sad older woman | Source: Midjourney

“Know what?” I asked, heart pounding, but I figured that it was about Barbara’s birth.

“Barbara wasn’t Mom’s biological daughter, Lottie.”

“So, you knew?”

Aunt Helen nodded.

“Your mother found Barbara at a train station when she was two years old. She was abandoned. My sister took her in, raised her as her own. And she never, ever wanted Barbara to feel anything less than loved. It helped that she had the same blonde hair and blue eyes.”

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A little girl sitting on a bench | Source: Midjourney

“Okay,” I said slowly, trying to fit all the puzzle pieces together. “But how did Barbara have an adoption decree? If she was found at a train station, I mean?”

Aunt Helen sighed and glanced out the window as if she was gathering her thoughts.

“Because your mother made it official, darling. She went through the court system and legally adopted Barbara a year later. She wanted to make sure that no one could ever take her away.”

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A mother and daughter duo in a court room | Source: Midjourney

My stomach twisted. I didn’t know how to feel. Or what to feel.

“So, Mom just didn’t tell her?”

Aunt Helen shook her head.

“She never told either of you, Lottie,” Aunt Helen said softly. “Because in her eyes, it didn’t matter. Barbara was her daughter, just like you were. Blood or not, she loved you both the same, and nothing was going to change that.”

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An older woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

But Barbara had never seen it that way.

She had spent her entire life being treated like the golden child, like she was the one who belonged.

And yet, in the end?

Barbara was the adopted one. I was our mother’s real daughter…

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A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

The biological daughter.

When I told my sister the truth, she laughed at first. We were standing in the kitchen and I couldn’t wait to get it out. She needed to know the truth, too.

“You’re lying now, Charlotte,” she said. “You probably got someone to doctor the results, didn’t you? Or you hacked into the system! You’re the computer whiz…”

But when I showed her the DNA test and told her everything Aunt Helen had said?

Her face went pale.

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

“No. No, this can’t be right. Mom loved me. She… she wouldn’t just take in some abandoned kid!”

But she did. She had.

“Barbara,” I said. “She loved you. And you being adopted doesn’t change that. Our mother was wonderful. She probably saw you and couldn’t wait to love you.”

Barbara looked at me. She was… I don’t know. I couldn’t read her face. I couldn’t understand what she was thinking. I had no idea.

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A woman leaning against a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney

She was blank.

As for my mom, she had given Barbara everything. She had seen a little child and wanted to take her home and love her, to make that child her own.

And instead of spreading that love and joy… what did Barbara do in return?

She had tried to steal my inheritance.

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A child sitting on a bench | Source: Midjourney

She had tried to erase me from my own mother’s life.

And now?

She was the one who lost everything.

We went to see the lawyer again. Together, but in different cars. Barbara couldn’t even look at me.

Alistair had confirmed that my mother’s will was valid. Despite Barbara’s cruel attempt to cut me out, I still got half of everything.

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A lawyer sitting at his desk | Source: Midjourney

“But… wait!” Barbara said, her fingernails digging into her thigh. “I don’t want to share…”

“Barbara,” Alistair said. “It’s clear. Your mother wanted the two of you to share everything. A straight 50-50. Now, if you want to play this biological daughter game, I don’t know what to tell you… Charlotte could take everything.”

My sister thought she could rewrite history, but legally? She couldn’t touch a thing.

The will was still clear. We were supposed to split everything.

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A document on a desk | Source: Midjourney

But after her stunt? After trying to erase me from my own mother’s legacy? Barbara lost more than just her pride.

“Let’s go to court,” she said.

“I really don’t recommend that,” Alistair said.

“So, what?” Barbara blurted. “You just want us to split the money and then pretend that we’re family again? I don’t want anything to do with Charlotte. I want my money and my house. And then I want to be done with this!”

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

“Barbara, come on…” I said.

“Just be quiet!” she bellowed, throwing one of Alistair’s pens onto the floor. “I don’t want you around. You’ll just be here to remind me that I’m not biologically our mother’s daughter. So, no. We’re doing this. And when I win, you’re going to get the hell out of my house.”

That was it. That did it. I didn’t want to be nice. I didn’t want to share. I didn’t want Barbara around any more than she wanted me around.

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A pen on a carpet | Source: Midjourney

So?

I hired Alistair on the spot. For me this time, not on behalf of my mother’s deceased estate.

“Let’s do it,” I said. “Let’s go to court.”

“But I want Alistair!” Barbara said, standing up.

“Too late, sis,” I said.

Months later, Barbara fought it in court, desperate to take everything for herself. But she failed.

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A woman standing with her arms folded | Source: Midjourney

In the end, the judge ruled against her.

And I got it all.

She tried to destroy me, and in doing so, she destroyed herself and her future.

And do you know what?

I think she deserved every single bit of it.

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A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

What would you have done?

I Found a Note in My Daughter’s Backpack Saying, ‘I’m Your Real Dad, Come and See Me After School’ – I Went Pale When I Found Out Who Did It

Trent’s world unravels when he finds a cryptic note in his nine-year-old daughter’s backpack: “I’m your real dad, come and see me.” Suspicion gnaws at him, but nothing prepares him for the shocking truth he uncovers.

I stood at the kitchen sink, staring at the half-full coffee mug in my hand. The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the quiet street outside.

Mornings like this used to mean something to me — peace, warmth, the simple comfort of knowing Lily was just upstairs, getting ready for school. But lately, things felt different.

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A man staring out his kitchen window | Source: Midjourney

I set the mug down with a sigh, listening to the faint sound of Lily’s footsteps from above. She used to charge down the stairs, her hair a mess, talking a mile a minute about her dreams or whatever happened at school the day before.

Now? Now, she dragged her feet, barely speaking, like there was a weight on her shoulders.

Something was wrong, and it worried me.

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A worried man | Source: Midjourney

“Lily,” I called, hoping for some kind of response that would ease the tension. “You want pancakes? I can make some before you go.”

“Not hungry,” she muttered from the top of the stairs, her voice as flat as it had been for weeks.

I winced. She hadn’t sounded like that before: so sharp, so cold. It wasn’t like her at all. Drying my hands, I turned to face her as she came down.

“Hey, kiddo, what’s going on? You’ve been kinda quiet lately.”

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A man standing at the foot of the stairs | Source: Midjourney

She shrugged, still not meeting my eyes. “Nothing.”

I hated that response. She used to tell me everything, but now it felt like she was shutting me out. She pulled on her backpack and moved toward the door like she couldn’t wait to leave.

“Lily, wait.” My heart was in my throat. I hated how distant she’d become, and it frightened me more than I wanted to admit. “You know you can talk to me, right? About anything.”

She paused with her hand on the doorknob.

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A girl standing by the front door | Source: Midjourney

For a second, I thought maybe she’d turn around and open up to me. But then her shoulders stiffened, and she just nodded.

“Yeah. I know.” Her words were hollow, as if she didn’t believe them herself. She opened the door and slipped out without another word.

I stood there in the silence, feeling it close in on me. Something was wrong. I just didn’t know what it was yet.

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A worried man | Source: Midjourney

That afternoon, I was going through the laundry, like I always did on the weekends. Lily had tossed her backpack onto her bed, and it looked like it had survived some kind of battlefield.

I figured I’d clean it out before throwing it in the wash, so I started digging through the mess of crumpled papers and snack wrappers. That’s when I found the note.

A folded piece of paper slipped out of the side pocket, so worn that it was practically falling apart.

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A folded note | Source: Midjourney

I stared at it for a second before unfolding it, something heavy settling in my chest.

“I’m your real dad. Come and see me last Monday of September behind the school.”

My heart stopped. The words blurred for a second and it seemed like my brain couldn’t process what they meant. Real dad? What the hell was this?

I was Lily’s dad… I’d raised her since the day she was born.

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A shocked man | Source: Midjourney

Kate, my wife, who’d been gone for six years now, wouldn’t have kept something like this from me. She loved me. She wouldn’t have cheated on me.

Would she?

I felt sick to my stomach. The note wasn’t just some random thing. It felt targeted. Like someone knew exactly how to hurt me, using Lily to get to me. But who? And why?

I wanted to confront Lily right then and demand answers.

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A confused man | Source: Midjourney

But something stopped me. I couldn’t do that to her, not yet.

The note said to meet on the last Monday of September, which was in two days. I needed to know who was behind this.

Two days later, I was sitting in my car, watching the school. I hated doing this; following my daughter like some kind of detective, but I had no choice. I needed to know what was going on.

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A man sitting in his car | Source: Pexels

I watched as Lily walked slowly to the back fence of the school, her shoulders tense, like she knew this wasn’t right. And then I saw him: a tall guy, slouching a little, standing by the fence. It took me a second, but when I realized who it was, my blood ran cold.

Jeff. A guy I knew from work. He’d always been quiet and kept to himself, but I never thought much about it.

Until now.

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A man leaning against a fence | Source: Midjourney

Lily hesitated for a moment before walking up to him. I cracked the window, just enough to hear their voices.

“You came,” Jeff said, his voice low and almost too calm. “I wasn’t sure you would.”

Lily didn’t respond, but I could see her fidgeting with the straps of her backpack. She was nervous. I could feel it from where I was sitting.

“I know this is a lot,” Jeff continued, his voice gentle in a way that made my skin crawl. “But your mom wanted you to know the truth. She didn’t want to hurt you. Or… him.”

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A man talking to a girl | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t just sit there anymore. I pushed the car door open and stormed toward them, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might explode. “What the hell is going on here?”

Jeff flinched, his face tightening for a second before he composed himself. “Trent. I was hoping we could talk about this.”

“Talk?” My voice shook with rage. “You think you can just show up and tell my daughter you’re her father?”

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A shouting man | Source: Midjourney

Jeff glanced at Lily, who looked more confused than I’d ever seen her, and then back at me. “She deserves to know. Kate and I… we had something. Lily is my daughter.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My hands clenched into fists, my whole body shaking with disbelief. “No. You’re lying. Kate wouldn’t do that to me. She wouldn’t keep that from me.”

“She didn’t want to hurt you, Trent.” Jeff’s voice was so calm, so sure of himself. “She thought it was for the best.”

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A man and a girl | Source: Midjourney

I turned to Lily, my heart breaking at the look on her face: wide-eyed and terrified. “Lily, don’t listen to him. He’s lying.”

Lily’s voice was barely a whisper, but it cut through me like a knife. “Is it true? Dad… is it true?”

I dropped to my knees in front of her, my hands resting on her arms. “It doesn’t matter what anyone says. I’m your dad. I’ve been there every day of your life. That’s what makes me your father. Nothing else.”

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A girl standing near a fence | Source: Midjourney

She didn’t say anything, just stared at me, her lip quivering. I could feel her shaking beneath my hands, and it killed me to see her like that. I turned back to Jeff, my rage flaring again.

“Get out of here.”

Jeff sighed, looking almost sad. “I know this is hard, but I’m not going anywhere. She deserves to know the truth.”

“You’re not her father,” I growled, barely holding back my anger. “You never will be.”

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A man shouting | Source: Midjourney

Jeff gave me one last pitying look before turning and walking away. I wanted to chase him, to demand answers, but Lily’s small sob pulled me back.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her as tightly as I could. I wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. Not ever.

That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with thoughts I didn’t want to have. Could it be true? Could Kate have hidden something like that from me?

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A man lying in bed | Source: Pexels

I thought about every moment we’d shared, every laugh, every conversation. Nothing made sense anymore.

The next day, I started digging into Jeff’s past. I couldn’t just sit around waiting for answers. I needed to know the truth.

It didn’t take long to find out that Jeff had been fired from our company a month ago for lying on his résumé.

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A man using his laptop | Source: Pexels

He had a history of manipulation, of using people to get what he wanted. The relief I felt was overwhelming. He’d lied about everything.

A few nights later, Lily and I were sitting on the couch, watching some show that neither of us were really paying attention to. I knew I had to talk to her. She deserved to know the truth.

“Lily,” I said softly, “we need to talk about Jeff.”

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A girl sitting on a sofa | Source: Midjourney

She tensed, curling a little closer to me, but she didn’t say anything.

“He lied to you, kiddo. About everything. Jeff is not your real dad. He’s just… sick. He was trying to hurt us.”

Lily looked up at me, her eyes wide and scared. “But… what if it’s true?”

“It doesn’t matter what he said,” I told her, pulling her closer. “I’m your dad. I’ve always been your dad, and nothing will ever change that.”

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A worried girl | Source: Midjourney

She stared at me for a long moment, her lip trembling, and then she nodded. “I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, kiddo. Always.”

A few days later, I got a call from the police. Jeff had been arrested for stalking another family. Turns out, the guy had a history of lying and manipulating people. It was over. I hung up the phone, feeling like I could finally breathe again.

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A man standing in his home | Source: Midjourney

Lily was at the kitchen table, drawing quietly. I walked over and kissed the top of her head. We were going to be okay.

We had to be.

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